I stood up and looked him dead in the eye.
"Tony, let's get a divorce."
He froze for a second, then let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
He bent down, picked up the agreement, and tore it in half.
"Divorce? In your dreams."
He pulled out his phone and dialed the CFO.
"Luke Lawrence, cancel every credit card under my wife's name. Every single one, primaries and supplementaries."
"Any funds moving through the company accounts require my signature. Not a cent goes to her without it."
He hung up and immediately dialed another number.
This time, he put it on speaker.
"Mr. Lin, regarding next quarter's partnership, our company has decided to terminate your supply contract."
An anxious voice crackled through the phone.
"Mr. Henson, you can't be serious. We've been partners for five years. Mrs. Henson has personally managed this account the entire time..."
Tony cut him off.
"I'm running the company now. I say it's terminated, it's terminated."
He hung up and tossed the phone onto the table, irritation rolling off him in waves.
That was when Faith came downstairs wearing my silk nightgown.
She walked over to Tony and nestled into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.